as if I didn’t aquire that particular switch.
This unfolding, transformation stuff can be hard at times.
It’s like I couldn’t resist it… even if I tried
Oh yes… it’s had its benefits and gifts. But it’s as if I don’t know another way.
It started early… exposed to out of the ordinary things. Big tests right off.
They say you’re not given anything you don’t have the capacity to handle. And make something good of it.
It was never going to be an ordinary life. It was crafted exactly… to suit your purpose. And sacred evolution.
There is only movement.
Life constantly reaches out… constant creation. This miraculous dance.
I decided to give this new therapist a go… as my search led to her. I trust life.
Her ways different to my way of doing things… permeated as I am with such exquisite sensitivity.
My trainings, gifts, abilities… are body focused. So many secrets she reveals… she holds it all.
My fascination for her never wavers.
But this therapist’s way is different… I resort to resistance. I jump up to defend.
I never realised she was so strong… this other part of me… I made her good. Clever I’ve always been… still, as I venture into older age.
What a trip this life is.
The sessions… nothing much is felt. I’m used to feeling deep and strong… and seeing things. Deeply transforming experiences.
This is different.
Body is always there though…present, active, assimilating, sorting.
Deeply buried stuff is unlocked from its hiding place. This is tough for the body to experience.
Emergency stations.
Sigh… this transformation stuff is hard at times.
And maybe that’s okay… you’ve been strong for so long.
No… never a normal life. How is that possible for anyone.
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Marilyn’s Magick🌺 